Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 371

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 371
“Oh, oh my!”
The announcer Darel’s excitement swelled as he raised his voice.
“Right from the start — a blockbuster! An absolute blockbuster! Special Case #1 versus Special Case #3!”
……
Simon stared at Shatel with something like bewilderment.
A giant nearly twice his own height was pointing at him with thick, heavy fingers. The black shadow that fell from the man’s frame seemed to press down on Simon’s shoulders like a physical weight.
‘Shatel chose me.’
The bloodline of an ancient giant, mixed with human stock — and Kizen’s finest defense.
Shatel was a formidable opponent even for Simon. During the Duel Evaluation, he’d decided that three people — Serne, Shatel, and Lorain — were threats to be avoided at all costs. They occupied a realm almost impossible to breach.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
As students murmured among themselves, a sharp Bang! echoed from across the hall.
Hector’s face had gone crimson with fury as he slammed his fist down on the table. His neck flushed red, veins bulging grotesquely from his shoulders.
[Shatel!!!]
Several students shrieked and clapped their hands over their ears.
Dragon Fear.
“H-Hector!”
“Hey, hey, calm down!”
Panicked students from his faction grabbed at his arms and legs, tugging desperately, but Hector dragged them along as he lurched forward.
“He’s lost it again!”
“Come on, you girls — do something! Hit him with Exgust!”
A faction student being hauled along by Hector’s leg cried out in desperation.
The hesitant students behind them were just about to prepare a curse in earnest.
“Whoa, whoa.”
Hector’s body jerked to a halt.
“I get it — your reserved opponent got snatched away and that stings. But let’s keep it to just this on a nice day, shall we? Junior.”
Click.
Click, click.
Puppet figures had materialized around Hector, blades leveled at him from all sides.
And it was the announcer Darel who controlled them.
He’d appeared before Hector as if he’d used Teleportation straight from the dais.
‘Wait — when did he get down here?’
The faction students flinched and retreated. Darel spoke.
“Heh, broad-range curses at an official event? Friend, I must not have impressed you much. Right?”
Darel’s eyes flicked toward Jane. She sat in the dais chair with her torso half-raised.
“Y-yes, yes, Professor! It’s fine! I handled it all! Ha ha ha!”
Darel forced a bright smile and waved his hand, then patted Hector’s shoulder twice.
“Let’s call it quits, yeah?”
Creak. Creak.
Then the puppet strings that had been restraining Hector began to pull taut.
Hector was trying to move again.
“Ah—come on. I said knock it off. Hey. Hey. Ah, damn it.”
Darel’s gently smiling expression twisted into something monstrous in an instant.
“Do I not look like a third-year to you?”
The moment the puppets’ mouths gaped open, morphing into something grotesque—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several feathers lodged themselves in Hector’s back. The rage that had been burning through him finally quieted, and his movements stilled.
“Well, well~”
In the sudden silence, all eyes turned. A girl in an elegant dress sat with her legs crossed, twirling a wine glass on her fingertip.
The heir of the Ivory Tower.
Serne Aindark.
“To behave like that before a senior from third year — did you lose your mind in a fit of anger?”
She tilted her wine glass and gave Darel a fox-like wink.
“The senior isn’t upset, are you?”
Her voice dripped with coquettish charm. Darel’s facial muscles relaxed, his expression turning dopey. Then he made a small hemming sound.
“Of course not! Of course not! I’m a magnanimous person.”
“Then… you’ll let it slide this time?”
“If the heir of the Ivory Tower says so, I suppose I have no choice. Just this once, yes?”
Darel, pleased by Serne’s deference, returned to his place on the dais.
As Serne set down her wine glass with a satisfied smile, a student sitting at her table leaned over and whispered something to her.
“…… What, what’s gotten into you?”
“I thought it wouldn’t hurt to create a debt I could use later.”
She smiled, watching her own lips reflected in the wine glass.
“Simon strikes me as the type who burns with competitive fire. There’ll come a time when I can use that.”
Then Jane’s voice came through, holding the Amplification Crystal.
—Hector Muir. Exit the Grand Hall at once.
Her voice was brutally cold.
—The use of Curses outside of class is forbidden. Student Hector Muir, you will be placed at the very end of the 1st Year examination order.
Hector ground his teeth once, then bowed his head toward Jane before trudging toward the exit.
“I knew that guy would cause trouble eventually.”
Dick, sitting in his chair, laughed as if a weight had lifted from his chest.
“That bastard really needs to work on his temper.”
“Hey, commoner.”
Merin immediately shot him a look, placing a finger to her lips.
“Can’t you read the room? Keep quiet.”
“Yessir~ My lady. Lips sealed tight.”
Then Simon returned to where Team 7 was seated. Kamibarez and Merin both quickly craned their necks forward.
“Si—Simon! Are you all right?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. What about Hector?”
“He’s been disqualified.”
Dick answered, furrowing his brow.
“But honestly? It’s weird. Why’d Shatel pick you anyway? That guy’s usually obsessed with rankings, so I figured he’d bet on the weakest Top Squad kid and keep his record at one hundred percent.”
Simon shook his head, looking troubled.
“I have no idea either.”
“Simon.”
Merin approached with a serious expression.
“Forfeit.”
Simon blinked.
“For—forfeit?”
“Shatel Maer—that guy’s not right. Every student he’s faced in the Duel Evaluation got beaten to a pulp. Even with protective suits they bled through. Some took a week or two off for injuries, and some still have lingering aftereffects.”
“Ah…”
Kamibarez covered her mouth with both hands as she heard the explanation. Merin continued.
“You know the Promotion Exam for 2nd Year is coming up soon, right? Getting injured in something like the Duel Evaluation would be a massive setback. You can’t—absolutely cannot—get hurt!”
“…”
She had a point.
The 1st Year schedule was nearly finished. There would be maybe one or two more Duel Evaluations at most.
Even losing twice would keep him in the Lower Squad. As long as he didn’t end up in the lowest tier, expulsion wasn’t a concern.
Logically, avoiding Shatel and putting everything into the Promotion Exam would be the rational choice.
Of course.
“I’m confident.”
That was only true if he couldn’t fight Shatel.
Once, he would have thought himself outmatched. But now that Herceba was in his hands, defeat never crossed Simon’s mind.
“I’ll fight him. If I really think I can’t win, I’ll forfeit then.”
“Unbelievable.”
Merin laughed, unable to convince him, and folded her arms.

* * *
The event resumed.
Beyond Simon and Shatel, many interesting matches unfolded. Especially when—
“Serne Aindark! Come on!”
Merin, stepping onto the platform, called out Serne.
Simon, Dick, and Kamibarez all opened their mouths. Even Serne, who’d been goofing off throughout the event, seemed surprised—a dark smile spreading across his face.
“Huh, so sometimes our Merin pulls off something cute, does she?”
Darel, the MC, smiled with satisfaction.
“What, an Ivory Tower civil war? This is a big match too! The 1st Years really know how to have fun!”
Merin, having boldly called out Serne, returned to the table.
Simon let out a wry laugh.
“You were pushing me to forfeit against Shatel, but you pick Serne?”
Merin sat down, straightening her dress, then swept her disheveled bangs behind her ear with a smooth gesture.
“That’s different. This is a fight I can’t back down from.”
“……Merin.”
Kamibarez’s expression grew anxious. Dick scratched his head just as frantically.
“So from the group we absolutely have to avoid—Serne, Shatel, and Lorain—two of them are matched up with our teammates. This is going to be rough. This is going to be really rough.”
Dick, who was saying this, had been marked for a fight with the werewolf girl he’d battled in the siege exercises long ago. He laughed it off with a snicker and seemed unbothered, thinking, ‘I guess she was pretty annoyed back then.’
And Kamibarez had been matched to fight a Blood Magic student from another class.
That was how the entire event concluded. The students filed out of the Grand Hall and headed toward the Dormitory.
“Dick, I’m going to be a bit late tonight.”
Simon pulled Herceba out of his pocket dimension as he spoke.
“If the dorm supervisor asks, could you cover for me?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t overdo it too much, all right?”
Dick, who by now knew there was no point trying to stop him, let him go without complaint.
Simon spoke to Herceba as he ran, the staff held tight in his hand.
“I’m going to pull an all-nighter training. That’s okay with you?”
[The little master’s fired up. What’s going on?]
Simon smiled faintly.
“Tomorrow, I think I’m going to face someone stronger than me.”
[Oh! That’s a problem.]
A wind of gold swirled from the staff, and a long-haired woman materialized, perching on his body like a witch.
[How are you planning to win?]
“There’s only one way.”
Simon spoke with absolute seriousness.
“I’m going to complete that third Authority before dawn.”

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The next morning.
The 1st Indoor Arena.
The Duel Evaluation proceeded simultaneously in three arenas, but today the 1st Indoor Arena was packed with far more spectators than any other arena.
Not only the first-years, but second and third-year seniors had skipped class to watch after hearing the big match news—the duel between Special Case #1 and Special Case #3.
“Go, Simon! You can do it!”
And Dick, sitting in the front row of the stands, was shouting while waving a placard.
The placard bore the large letters “Talaria,” his own business name, with smaller text underneath that read “Simon, win.”
To anyone’s eye, it was clearly an advertisement masquerading as support.
Next to him, Kamibarez was also waving a slightly smaller placard, stammering out words of encouragement.
“D-do your best, Simon!”
“Hey! Think Simon’s going to hear that from the Waiting Room? Louder!”
Her face flushed with embarrassment, she squeezed her eyes shut and shouted again.
“D-do your best, Simon!! You can win!”
Dick gave a thumbs up as if to say she’d done well. And the students around them were hugging themselves, swaying back and forth—clearly charmed to death by the display.
“Hey, is it okay if I sit here?”
A female student with cream-colored hair approached them.
Dick’s eyes sharpened instantly.
“Benya Vanilla, senior!”
Both Dick and Kamibarez jumped to their feet and bowed.
“Ahaha! You don’t need to be so formal with me.”
She sat down in the empty seat next to Kamibarez as she spoke. Dick quickly offered his business card.
“I’m Dick Hayward, senior!”
“You’re a student and you carry business cards? That’s impressive.”
“Not as much as you, senior, but I do run a few small operations!”
“Oh, really?”
She examined Dick’s business card top to bottom.
“Talaria? A delivery business. Good idea.”
“Thank you!”
As Dick eagerly pitched his venture, Kamibarez kept her hands folded neatly on her lap, stealing sidelong glances at Benya.
Benya noticed and smiled.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
“……Oh! Right!”
Kamibarez trembled as she looked up at Benya.
“It’s about…… Simon…….”
“Hm? Oh, you mean my junior?”
‘My junior?!’
Kamibarez was taken aback. Did she already have a nickname for him?
‘……Simon.’
Kamibarez thought she’d never met anyone quite so flawless before.
Beautiful, talented, student council president, and someone who would inherit Vanilla—that massive corporate entity.
She and Simon shared a passion for Summoning Magic; their interests aligned, their disciplines aligned, and she possessed the perfect foundation to support him completely.
Kamibarez found herself envying Benya.
“?”
Benya blinked with a smile, sensing her junior had something to say, so she waited patiently.
“Thank you so much for your help in creating Herceba for Simon this time……!”
At that, Kamibarez suddenly sprang to her feet.
“I’m truly grateful!”
And then she bowed deeply.
“…….”
Benya looked at her with mild surprise, her gaze fixed on the crown of Kamibarez’s head.
Dick, who had been trying to think of a pretext to bring up business, was now equally confused about what was happening, poking his head around.
“Mm~”
A deep smile finally crossed Benya’s face.
“Look up for me.”
At those words, Kamibarez lifted her head at once.
Her face was flushed crimson, her breath coming in quick gasps, and her two hands, gathered neatly over her skirt, trembled with anxiety.
Benya then rose and lowered herself to match Kamibarez’s eye level, gently drawing her head close in an embrace as she spoke in a voice so soft only she could hear.
“Are you in the process of conquering Simon?”
At those words, Kamibarez’s face flushed even deeper if such a thing were possible.
“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I conquering? That’s not……!”
Benya smiled with her eyes as she lightly clenched her fists.
“I’ll cheer you on, little vampire.”
“……Ah.”
It was then, while Kamibarez stood somewhat dazed, that the referee’s voice rang out.
“Student Simon Polentia of Class A! Student Shatel Maer of Class I! Please come to the arena at once!”
At that call, Simon and Shatel, who had been waiting in the Waiting Room, stepped out toward the center of the arena.
Dick clapped his hands together.
“It finally begins!”

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